The Demon Slayer Martial Saint Begins with Insect Refining

Chapter 23: Yang Dao Jie Hu
Yang Zhangdao picked up the sharp knife on the table and rubbed it against another thicker boning knife, making a clanging sound.

Then he saw him slash his knife into the tiger's throat and disappear silently.

Then the blade slid down the throat, across the chest, avoiding the bone gaps, and smoothly cut into the abdomen.

'Amazing!'

Su Yan's pupils shrank as he watched. This sword technique was so smooth that it showed not only his thorough understanding of the tiger's structure, but also his control over the sword had reached a certain level.

"This Yang Zhangdao is also a warrior."

He stared at Yang Zhangdao's bare chest, his muscles clearly defined, cutting tiger meat and bones, his body movements all with their own rhythm.

His steps were like stakes, and his sword movements were like fighting.

'Let's see how much you can learn.'

Yang Zhangdao noticed Su Yan's gaze, but did not interrupt him. Instead, he focused on dissecting the tiger.

Su Yan watched carefully. In the blink of an eye, the tiger's skin and flesh were separated. The tiger skin was peeled off without any holes or blood or flesh.

"It's Yang Zhangdao indeed. His ability in dissecting beasts is the best in Shanjifang City."

The crowd exclaimed in amazement when they saw the tiger's naked muscles, but they were even more impressed by Yang's palm knife technique.

First the skin and flesh were separated, and then the bones and flesh were removed. Yang Zhangdao's boning knife separated every bit of the tiger's flesh and bones like cutting tofu.

In less than half an hour, a tiger bone and tiger meat divided into different parts were placed on the chopping board.

"Do"

Yang Zhangdao thrust the knife into the chopping board, and the sound finally woke Su Yan up and brought him back to his senses.

[Golden Ape Posture: 36/200 (Minor Success)]

Yang Zhangdao smiled, then said, "Five hundred and thirty-two catties of tiger meat, one hundred and twenty-three catties of tiger bones minus the spine and patella, and eighty catties of internal organs and other debris. The flesh and blood are fresh. This is a freshly killed tiger. I'll give you a 1% premium, which comes out to 74 taels of silver."

"Thank you, Yang Zhangdao."

Su Yan did not bargain. Seventy-four taels of silver was already a high price.

The price of bones and flesh is not as high as that of precious plants and fish, but they are heavy, so they can be worth dozens of taels of silver.

Yang Zhangdao waved his hand and asked the accountant beside him to give the money to Su Yan, and asked the clerk beside him to pack up the patella, spine and a large piece of tiger skin and hand them to him.

Su Yan took the things, picked out four taels of silver from the silver, looked through the crowd, and saw Zheng Penggang.

"Uncle Gang"

Zheng Peng was stunned for a moment, but then he saw Su Yan throwing something to him. He subconsciously reached out to take it and found that it was 4 taels of silver.

"Thank you for the hospitality. Here are four taels of silver. Uncle Gang, please help me with the hospitality. I'd like to invite everyone to have some tea and something to eat at the teahouse."

Zheng Penggang was surprised when he heard this and nodded heavily: "Brother Yan, leave this matter to me."

The teahouse charges one cent for three bowls of cold tea, and even some bread and dry food, which only costs four cents per person, is enough to entertain a thousand people.

No matter how many people there are in the market town, they won't gather so many people there, so there will be enough left over.

"Brother Yan is generous."

The crowd gathered together, and some had already gone to the teahouse to reserve a seat.

Everyone is happy to save a few cents and join in the fun.

Zheng Penggang went against the crowd and found Su Yan. He grabbed his hand, leaned over and whispered, "Don't worry, brother Yan, I will return the remaining silver to you tonight."

"Uncle Gang, if there's any left, I'll give it all to you. Just keep it to yourself. Thank you so much for helping me take my second uncle to the market for medical treatment yesterday."

Zheng Penggang looked at Su Yan and saw that he spoke frankly and really didn't care about the money. He sincerely thanked him for saving his second uncle.

"Yan Ge'er really succeeded."

He sighed inwardly, then suddenly whispered, "This morning, a yamen runner came to inquire about what happened to Zhao Erlaizi a few days ago. But don't worry, Yan'er. When Niu Han got into trouble that day, you and I were both in the market town. It had nothing to do with us. My father has already explained everything to the yamen runner."

"Today I was in the market town, and heard from the people of Niuxin Village that the case has been settled. There are strange insects in the mountains causing trouble, and Niuxin Village has sent people into the mountains to see if they can get rid of the insects." After saying this, Zheng Penggang was swept by the crowd to the herbal tea shop. In a blink of an eye, there were fewer people there.

What is worrying is not the lack of wealth but the inequality. You gave out some things for everyone to share, and then you pocketed all the more than 70 taels. It is inevitable that people will be jealous.

After the crowd dispersed, Su Yan quietly took out ten taels of silver. Seeing that there was no one around, he handed it to Yang Sandao.

"You are quite interesting, kid."

Yang Sandao did not refuse. He took the silver with his big hand and put it in his trouser pocket.

"Thank you, young man, for freeing the tiger with the Yang Palm Knife."

He was speaking with a double meaning. Yang Zhangdao raised his eyes slightly and said, "You have a clear plan for advance and retreat, and you have seen some tricks. Are you really a mountain dweller?"

"Replacement guaranteed."

"Strange."

Yang Sandao's eyes flickered: "I'll give you another tip, don't practice the dead pile."

After saying that, the guy put on a short coat to cover his bare chest and strode into the store.

"Put the tiger meat away and return it to the restaurant immediately. Pack it carefully; it's fresh meat."

Seeing Yang Sandao's departing back, I kept thinking about those words in my heart.

"Don't practice the dead stance. This seems to resonate with my experience of standing in the mountains and fighting this vicious tiger. Could this be the path to advancement in the stance method?"

Su Yan carried the tiger bones and tiger skin on his back, turned to a place with fewer people, and then went straight to the Baicaotang shop.

After entering the door and greeting Bai Shan, Su Yan put down the backpack and let Bai Shan count the medicinal herbs inside.

He walked towards the back, and as soon as he stepped into the backyard, he heard Song Qi's voice.

"You made quite a commotion, why are you here?"

The commotion just now was so loud that most people in the town knew about it, and Song Qi was no exception.

"I've come to give you something: a tiger skin and some tiger patella for making medicinal wine."

Song Qi looked up and smiled: "It's at least more than ten taels of stuff, you are willing to spend it."

"What's this little thing worth?"

Su Yan put his things down and said, "I searched the first mountain today. I only found one-third of the way up when I encountered this tiger. I fought with it and luckily won. I need to take care of its corpse before I go down the mountain. I haven't seen the blood tendon flower yet."

"There's no rush to find the flower. Wait, have you mastered the minor stages of skin refining?"

Song Qi suddenly stood up and stared at Su Yan. He just noticed that this kid used the word "fight".

Fighting, what kind of person who has just started leather refining dares to fight a tiger or a bear?

"Lucky breakthrough"

Su Yan's eyes were filled with smiles, and Song Qi's face was full of surprise. He reached out to grab him, but found that Su Yan's skin was as tough as an ox.

"When I saw you the day before yesterday, you were still some distance away from the minor success of skin refining. I didn't expect you to progress so quickly."

"After entering the mountains, I stood still and refined my skin. I felt like a monkey in the forest, fighting a vicious tiger. Only then did I gain enlightenment and breakthrough."

Su Yan recounted what had happened, and then said, "Just now I saw Yang Jiehu with his palm knife. His stance was well-defined, and his knife movements were smooth. His movements contained the essence of standing still, which was similar to what I sensed in the mountains. He pointed out to me the saying 'Don't practice dead stances'. I haven't fully grasped it yet, so I'd like to ask the old man for some advice."

Hearing this, Song Qi suddenly asked, "How much did you give him?"

"After the tiger was freed, he gave her 10 taels privately."

"That's what this fat guy did."

Song Qi stroked his beard and said, "Although Yang Sandao is only at the Great Perfection of the Bones and Muscles Realm, he has killed countless cattle, sheep, tigers and bears, and his understanding of the stance and sword techniques is indeed quite good. He is right. If you want to achieve the Great Perfection of the Stance, you really need to do one thing: don't practice the dead stance."

(End of this chapter)